The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 13:05:56 -

The candle burned low, its wax pooling on the stone floor like a white, congealed scar. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old bone. The air in the room was thick, stale with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear. I was waiting. I had been waiting for three days, or perhaps three hours. Time had lost its linear...

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